When I first heard the word, when I first received the diagnosis, panic consumed me. Anger devoured me, and a wave of fear washed over me.
Or maybe it was relief?
I mean, I knew it was coming. I had known for a very long time. The signs were all there. I vacillate between periods of extreme agitation and apathy. Of lethargy, anxiety, intense sadness, and acute productivity. And I do so quickly.
My personality can shift on a dime.